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[lightlydusted]

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“ Lunar eclipses were thought to be times when Hati (“Hate”), the wolf who pursues Máni, gets dangerously close to [the moon god]. ”

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❝  ... I see you over there Brother Dearest, what are you doing ?  ❞

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She has her hand around his throat, nails sharp as claws digging in, drawing blood and he is trying not to swear, to keep himself together, but he can’t breathe. 

She’s sniffing at him, his face, teeth bared clearly oblivious to his struggling, his gasping for air. 

“You smell like my brother.” 

“I’m sorry I don’t speak it yet. Hati hasn’t taught me except a few curse words..” he manages to cough out, but something else has caught her eye. 

“You bear the marks of Loki and Hati”

“Look maybe this is a bad idea, but who the hell are you? Because if you’re one of Hati’s supernatural.....partners..I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt anything, I was just grabbing my jacket...I have a key and I should have knocked first but I didn’t know.”

The redhead looks bored at his explanation, her arms crossed across her chest.

“Who are you?” It’s a snarl, her accent thick,hard to place, but he’s a doctor who has had to deal with more than that. 

“Alex...Alexander McCormack. Hati’s....my...” He hesitates slightly. “Friend...”

“Why hesitate, Alexander?” 

“Because I’m not used to being choked when I get my jacket, who are you?” 

She flares her nostrils, watching him from a distance now, he’s more than a little calm which means he’s probably telling the truth, plus she would recognize Loki’s mark anywhere and he didn’t give that out lightly. 

“Skoll.” 

There’s a flash of different emotions across his face, first off being confused. 

“Skoll the sunchaser, the wolf who mocks.” He looks resigned to his fate. 

At this she perks up moving closer, her entire position shifting, becoming like an excited puppy. 

“You know?”

“Of course, but...the script says...brothers?”

There is a pout from the redhead as she looks down, hair falling in her face. 

“Still brothers though when...I fell I decided a new form..one people would not recognize would be best. I came looking for my brother. I found him.” 

The doctor makes a no duh face. 

“Just...maybe you better not tell Hati about all of this.” 

“I can not promise this Alexander, but I will let him know you came to get your things.” 

That made him a little uneasy but what else was he to do?

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Máni felt stiff and sore all over, and it was not a familiar sensation. When Hati spoke up, the moon god shifted, ankle-shackle clanking as he edged a bit closer. 

“As much as I wish this was some fucked up sex thing, I don’t think it is... at least I don’t remember anything after... I was running last night, or tonight, or... what time is it?” he asked, and as much as it may have been disconcerting that the god of time didn’t know what time it was, the moon god did seem more groggy and out of it than anything. It was likely he’d been drugged and it was still wearing off, or at least still in his system.

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moonhoundman: (& @moonhoundman)

NOW you’re talking.

I notice that I now appear to owe you one and congrats on that lil’ achievement so I guess we better talk. What’s your flavor, M?

I usually go to vodka to get me slammered, but you’re a whiskey guy, right? (If we start trading in bulk moon mead we both know it’s gonna be a bad time) Pick out something for me that you like.

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He's a messed-up pup gramps, but what else would you expect from this family? :D

Shhh, come hither and let grandpa Loki help salve some of those internal wounds. Goodness knows this family has had enough suffering.

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Loki and Boda looking into the distance, saying in unison, "...he's here..."

all deadpan, too, to up the creep factor. A+ embarrassing parents/grandparents

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“Ya like war, huh?”

Small man. Buddy of Stone’s. Maybe more than that, the way they bicker. Smells like incense and leather. White handkerchief over mouth and jaw. The way he talks, lisping and blurred, the mouth’s damaged. Got to be.

Skin’s not right. Livid under the freckles. Bruised around the eyes. Got that in common with Stone, too.

Drinks whiskey. Neat. Sips it slowly.

“Want another one?”

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The television flickered, filling the room with blue light. Annell must have left it on, because it had been going since Nicole came back from school. She was scared to turn it off, scared that her mother might come in and yell at her. But she hadn’t, she hadn’t been back at all that day, and it was late enough now that the shows had gotten uncomfortable to watch.

Nicole ate from a box of crackers, trying to satiate her hunger. She had to be careful not to finish anything-- mom would notice if she did. One cracker at a time, eaten slowly, trying to convince herself she was full. Annell needed to go shopping again, but Nicole didn’t dare broach the subject herself. 

The sound of a car in the street sent her into a panic. Every time, it did. The box was closed and hurried to the pantry and she disappeared away to her room until she was convinced Annell hadn’t come yet.

It was late when she did come, very very late, and her voice was loud and slurred and there was a man’s voice, too. Nicole hid in her room, door closed, light off, praying the woman didn’t come looking for her. 

She didn’t. The muffled conversation turned into banging and cursing and grunts coming from the living room. Under her sheets, Nicole kept her gaze fixed to the white ceiling and prayed for morning.